One look at such decadence and I remember what my Mom always taught me — calories do not count if the food comes from someone else's plate. I take my fork and dive in.
The rich, decadent chocolate melts in my mouth. Ron pushes the plate closer to me, but I also recall that there are still many entrees and desserts waiting for me to try in my new career as Burbank's local restaurant critic.
Besides, I am satisfied to finally repay my cousin's years of generosity taking out his starving, younger cousin all these Friday nights. I'm reminded we are cousins when the waiter brings us the check, Ron looks at the bottom line; then slides it across the table to me with a big grin on his face. "Congratulations, Ms. Restaurant Critic," he says.